(Third Person POV)
The scent of pine needles and damp earth clung to the air, a familiar comfort that usually soothed Kai. Tonight, however, it felt thick, oppressive, like a suffocating blanket. He paced the cavernous library, the polished obsidian shelves reflecting his anxious face. He’d known this conversation was coming, but the weight of it pressed down on him like a mountain. He was a Lycan, a King's son, and he’d found his mate. But she wasn't like him. She was a hunter.
Luna. The name echoed in his mind, a melodic counterpoint to the pounding in his chest. He'd met her at school, a whirlwind of raven hair and unique eyes that had pierced straight through him. She'd smelled of vanilla and coconut, a stark contrast to the regal musk that usually surrounded him. He’d never experi
